The only thing he could see are whiteness in his field of vision. There are no animals, no rocks, no plants, no land, and also...no people...He's not sure how long he was seeing this nor how he had end up in this field. All that he could see...is white...he tried blinking a few times to see if he was in a trance...drugged...hypnotic...or maybe he just drank too much...Well...if he is experiencing such things like this...he would've been born differently as a normal person...a person who was born normal...a person born with a normal, caring family...lived with normal friends...living...to be...
..."human"...with normal eyes...
...However, those kinds of things are irrelevant to him...he never asked to live normal in the first place...hell...he was never even born on any terrain planets nor a family...he is simply to be born as a thing you called, "one-of-a-kind"...the power to see through anything/everything. He was born far away from the cosmos, formed by remnants of stars that is called the galaxy. An entity who takes a form of a "man" with an eccentric character and a sense of humor. One who traveled through such obscure measures throughout the terrain worlds. He wonders either if he had a purpose in his life...or was it that he existed just on a whim...regardless, he never ponders too much into it. He is a person who simply just "go with the flow".
His way of living or going with the flow isn't as natural as you think. Considering that he is never human, he is always eschewed by every civilizations. A complete anomie. Someone who is vastly different from anybody/everyone else would never accept him much less that they call this person a..."thing"...rather than "him"... A few accomplices treats him as a person to which he wouldn't mind accompanying him to be "friends". But they had limited lifespans, they couldn't be with him forever. Regardless, he is willing to put everything from himself in order to protect/save them that he considers them to be 'important' to him. Even if he's branded as a killer, a tyrant, a criminal, an outcast, or a monster to the world or to the universe he would never stop on protecting those that are important to him in his own way. He will protect his friends without any care for himself and would be with them to their ends that are meaningful to them and then move on. It is massively atrocious that he is aware of such things like that and society never intends on accepting him as an individual. It is often wrenching on the term "I'm fine...because I never asked..." as it is conventional to him for his everyday life. He was born and lived through a life that is considered to be much more than such trivial terms of "abnormal", "unnatural", and "inhuman"...The life fighting on constant battlefields for survival...blood spilled by millions of his enemies from his hands...weapons pointed against him...because he is simply a threat to the worlds.
As he is pondering such thoughts in his mind, he hears footsteps resonating around his field. He sighs in disbelief to convince whether or not he has the effort to look up in curiosity or just lay there without a care in the world. He decides to look up since he doesn't have anything better to do other than looking at a white space with nothing on it. He witness a shadowy figure, although its distinctive doesn't appear to be solidifying as to expected, the figure appears to be static like a pencil that is scribbled of a figure shaking up and down, side-by-side. As the figure draws close to him, it starts to speak.
"Hey..." is the first word the figure says looking at him in a faceless head. He projects his in a hollow sound that ripples out like a water drop rippling in a pond. He never found this figure to be strange at all since he is accustomed to events that are "supernatural". However it is perplexing for a figure to appear in a middle of nowhere. 'Am I being hallucinated?' he thought.
"You don't belong anywhere, do you...?" this perks up his head looking at the figure in a stoic face.
"You were never born from a family nor that you lived with anyone that cares for you...but you managed to survive on your own without relying on anyone...so I'll be asking simple question for you..." the figure stated to him as he could probably know what he would be asking that drags him throughout his life.
"Just what purpose is there for you to exist when there is no one who accepts you?" this question always dig deep into his thoughts as he lowers his head in silence and everything fades into black...thus starting his story...